Original Contemporary Poetry about the Human Condition

Aftermath | A Poem by Guy Farmer

She sits in a comfortable room Surrounded by trappings of Carefully contrived gaiety. A union of convenience Slowly dissolving in a Pricey crystal wine glass. Memories untended; Reality makes its presence known In a million small ways. The inescapable aftermath of an Impulsive, ill-conceived Party thrown by teenagers when Parents are away. If she closes her eyes for a Moment she remembers the One who really matters.